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Tag: pets

Confession: My daughter got a pet mouse for Christmas. She’d been begging for one for months. I said “Honey, are you sure you don’t want a dolly?” No, she was sure. A live mouse that she could keep and hold in her hand. Deep breath from Mommy. Already then. We bought his cage and food […]

So much depends upon the naming of small furry ones. They will be fundamentally altered if I call them Muffin and Pudding or Tiger and Panther or Solomon and The Queen of Sheba. He is small and black, the baby of the litter. She is feisty and golden, and leads him around. If only their […]